*Karma's POV*
"Ams,Ams, Amerson, Amy," That one gets him and Amerson looks up at me with annoyance on his face.
"You know I hate it when you call me Amy," he replies and I grin at him.
"I could call you Ass if you'd like," All I get out of him is a glare this time.
"Anyway, what were you thinking about? You were totally out of it," I ask and I swear his cheeks turn a shade redder than they were.
"What? Nothing, I wasn't thinking about anything," Amerson replies a little too quickly.
I don't buy it but I laugh and toss a skittle at him, "Okay weirdo,"
Amerson sees it coming and catches the skittle before popping it into his mouth and turning his attention to his phone.
"Are you texting your girlfriend?" I tease and he rolls his eyes before looking up at me again.
"You know I don't have a girlfriend Karms," Amerson's tone is exasperated but his face holds a hint of a smile.
"So who are you texting then?"
"I'm texting Oliver,"
"Oh, so your boyfriend then?" I ask innocently.
"Oh my God," Amerson groans in frustration, "I do not have a significant other alright, at least no one besides you,"
I'm having too much fun to let this go just yet, "Okay, okay, not your boyfriend. Perhaps he's simply a snuggle buddy then," I let out a little shriek of laughter as Amerson lunges at me.
"That's it," Amerson yells before pinning me beneath his tall frame and tickling me. I can't contain my giggling and I'm about to call mercy but there in a knock on my door. In an instant Amerson rolls off of me and lands beside me on my bed as my mother opens the door and walks in. She must catch sight of our flushed faces because she lets out a sigh,
"Karma, I told you that your father and I have no problem with your choice of intimacy but you really need to put something out to warn us,"
Amerson's eye widen as he realizes what she means but before he can form a sentence I jump in and respond, "It's okay Mom, we weren't doing anything intimate. If we were I would put a scarf on the door knob,"
Amerson goes an even darker shade of red and blurts out, "Not that we are, we aren't. We are just friend, best friends, but friends. There is no intimacy here, nothing intimate,"
My mother has a look of sympathetic understanding, "Relax sweetie, I'm not judging the two of you at all,"
Amerson is speechless as she smiles again and leaves my room.
"Well that's great; your parents think I am up here doing unspeakable things to their daughter. Zen's gonna kill me with some forming of peaceful punishment if he finds out,"
Amerson rolls over and buries his head into the pillow before grumbling, "Fan-freaking-tastic,"
"On the plus side, if you were doing unspeakable things to me my parents would be cool with it," I roll on my side and place my hand on his, admittedly muscular, back in an attempt to make him feel better.
"Great, that makes me feel so much better," Amerson turns his head on the side and looks at me, I swear he tensed when my hand touched him but I just shrug it off as my imagination.
"You know, if you had a girlfriend there wouldn't be any confusion about the intimacy of our friendship,"
"My God Karma, what is with you and me getting a girlfriend? I'll get one when I get one," Amerson raises his voice and for a moment I can hear real anger in his voice but he closes his eyes for a second and when he reopens them he is back to his usual flippant self.
"Sorry, it just gets repetitive after a while," Amerson apologizes.
"It's fine, I just thought that maybe if you got a girlfriend I could work up the courage to really go after Liam. You never know, if it all worked out we could all go on a double date or something," I respond in a quiet voice.
"Oh yes, because I'd just love to spend some time with him," Amerson's response is heavy with sarcasm but there is a hint of bitterness in there as well.
"Why do you always do that when I mention Liam?" I ask in exasperation and Amerson looks at me for a moment.
"We've been over this Karma; I just don't like the guy. Something about him just makes me uncomfortable; he doesn't strike me as a good guy," Amerson sighs, tired of this conversation already.
"From what I've heard he's actually a really nice guy. He's caring and tolerant and he's an artist," My mind travels to the first day I saw him, he didn't actually talk to me but I swear he smiled at me.
"An artist, please, he probably spends his time in the art room whacking away at something with a hammer every time something doesn't go his way," Amerson scoffs and I decide it's time to change the subject.
"Shane Harvey is having a party tomorrow night, do you wanna go?" I ask hopefully and Amerson fixes me with a look.
"No, I don't. Not at all," Amerson replies dryly. Instead of responding I give him a look and he sighs, "Can't we just stay home and watch Skins?"
"Kathryn Prescott and Lily Loveless are total babes, but we need to get out there and make friends if we ever want to be popular," I point out and he rolls his eyes at me.
"I think you'll find I don't want to be popular, I'm quite content to spend my weekends eating junk food and watching TV shows with my best friend."
"Come on Ams, just do this for me please?" I pull out the pout and I see his resistance crumble before me.
"Fine," Amerson mumbles while still managing to look annoyed.
"Yes, you're the best Amy," I can't contain my excitement and I pull him into a hug before kissing him on the cheek. He definitely tenses this time.
"I know I am," Amerson murmurs in response after a moment.
"What am I going to wear?" I ask after I pull away from the hug, "What are you gonna wear?"
"I'm wearing my donut shirt, and I don't give a damn what anyone says about it. If I have to go and be around our drunken, sex-crazed peers I'm going to be comfortable while I do it," Amerson responds in certainty and I know there is no point in arguing with him. When it comes to food based clothing, it is an argument that he will always win. If anything I should be grateful that he doesn't want to wear his bacon sweats, although I'll admit he does look rather good in them.
"I'm saying this now and I mean it, I am not playing Spin the Bottle," Amerson states and I'm pulled from my thoughts of how good his clothing looks on him.
"Don't worry, I promise I won't put you through that. If the party sucks we can just go home and the emotional struggle that is Emily and Naomi,"
"Yeah?" Amerson asks quietly.
"Yeah," I reply just as quietly.
Hey guys, sorry I haven't been updating a whole lot lately, I've been sick and I also have not been able to finish a chapter for any of my stories to save my life. I decided to start a new one so I could get something new out there to make up for how slack I have been. I had the idea for this story after I was sent a prompt, I altered it quite a bit but the idea stuck with me. If you are having trouble picturing Amerson (the male version of Amy) I decided to base him off of Caleb Ruminer, he plays Crash on Finding Carter and was the closest I could find for Amy's male equivalent. Shoutout to my new friend, Ghirahim is Fabulous for helping me out with the naming process, your suggestions were definitely creative. I hope you guys like this, and I hope I will be able to start updating frequently again. Anywho, enjoy. -Zahli